How the Disgusting Suitor Met His End - Chapter 43

Cecilia plunged into the deep bathtub. Bubbles rose to the surface. Her chest tightened, and her breath dwindled.

“Phew!”

Her weak body didn’t seem to have very good lung capacity. Cecilia quickly shot up, gasping for air.

“…Damn it.”

She thought a bath would make her feel better, but.

The uncontrollable desire that had been building since earlier refused to calm down.

This was all because of David von Raphaeli, that unpleasant man.

The way he stared at her and asked if she had bathed, the way he watched her as if licking her, the way he touched her neck…….

Everything he had done to her was repeating in her mind like a broken projector.

And every time, Cecilia would become helplessly aroused, as if she were thrown into that very scene.

‘What is this, I’m not some hormonal teenager…….’

It was ridiculous.

Of course, she had lived a promiscuous s****l life. But that was just a boring hobby. It had never been pleasurable enough to become an addiction.

Moreover, in her previous life, she had never been interested in a man as large as him.

The men she had brought to her room were all thin, pretty, young men. It was even better if they were slightly cat-like. A mole on the face was a little bonus.

‘The Grand Duke has a mole and is feline-like, but… he’s a different kind of species.’

David was closer to a leopard or a jaguar; no matter how generously she rated him, he couldn’t be called an adorable cat.

Yet, was the reason her eyes were drawn to him that he was a beautiful man who was so perfect he shattered her preferences?

Besides, she knew she couldn’t be the only one feeling this way toward her rival.

“Did you soak in the tub?”

Cecilia could be certain that the exact scene she was imagining now was what was playing out in the head of the man who had uttered his intimate thoughts aloud while scanning her with those sinister eyes.

What if he appeared before her right now?

She would bite and rip off the stiff-seamed leather gloves she usually wore. The hands undoing the buttons of his shirt and waistcoat would start slow and then quickly speed up. If he kept acting so leisurely, she, whose patience was depleted, might move first.

She would spread her legs and touch herself first. So that the man who had been scanning her with that obsessive gaze could not bear not to enter the bathtub.

“Haa…….”

She would roll the soft flesh with her slender fingers and then touch her peak. The sensitivity was no exception even when she touched herself. A slight touch of her fingertip made her hips jump.

“Ha~ah!”

Cecilia grabbed the edge of the tub and rapidly worked her fingers. She quickly flicked her peak, then pressed hard on it, and glided three fingers down to her vaginal opening.

Slippery lubricant could be felt even underwater. Spreading it on her peak sent a sensation so intense that even the fine hairs on her body stood up.

“Hmph! Ugh! Hnnng…….”

She rubbed her peak as if crushing it. Hot blood seemed to blaze from her toes. Her eyes spontaneously squeezed shut. Her legs trembled violently from the excessive stimulation. At the shallow climax that suddenly burst, Cecilia tilted her chin up.

“Aah! Hnng~~!♡”

Biting her lip, she held onto the edge of the tub. Her c**t, having just climaxed, gasped open and shut as if whining.

Cecilia opened her eyes. The imaginary David, who should have been standing in front of the tub, had vanished long ago. Only then did the self-disgust she had been ignoring rush in.

‘What the hell am I doing right now…….’

It was the first time in her life she had m*********d while thinking of a man.

The heat of the bathroom seemed to rush toward her. Cecilia hastily rose from the tub and wrapped herself in a towel.

‘Is it because I’ve been sleeping alone for too long lately?’

That was at least more understandable.

Since Rogerick had become busy, it had been a long time since they had the s*x that had been a habit.

So it was natural to be easily swayed by every prick with a handsome face and a c**k.

‘Unsatisfied desire can be relieved. Then everything will be fine.’

Cecilia, who decided she should go meet Rogerick, yanked open the bedroom door.

“……Rogerick?”

“Cecil.”

Rogerick was sitting on the sofa arranged in a corner of the bedroom. Cecilia rubbed her eyes for a moment, wondering if this was an illusion created by her lust-crazed mind.

“It’s really you.”

“It looks like you woke up late today.”

“…It just happened that way.”

“Should I dry your hair?”

Water was dripping from her body, which was covered by only a single towel. Rogerick approached with his usual gentle smile. But Cecilia felt a strange sense of dissonance.

His gentle expression, as he brought a thick shower gown to cover her and pressed a new towel to her hair, felt completely fabricated. His gaze, which secretly scanned the exposed skin while covering her with the shower gown, also seemed to be searching for something.

Cecilia stared quietly at him over the mirror. When Rogerick removed the dampness from her hair and combed it with a wide-toothed comb, a conviction, like a sixth sense, suddenly surged.

Ah, he knows where I was last night?